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The Moss Story

The road is familiar, at the end there should be a stone boundary where I can find the moss in abundance. Far from an official building, nestled among trees I can sense it. My steps gradually walk in its direction leaving many small mosses on the way, each of which I do not want to disturb in the name of pilferage. The boundary was however, not present to which I felt dismayed. The space beneath the trees has been converted to parking space. Before I could sit out of breath on a near pavement, my eyes fell on spaces below the trees. The trees are in full bloom due to rains but old, decayed leaves still formed blanket. As I went near, there beneath them laid house full of moss.

from a fissure of rubber tree


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Consistency where life frames women in different roles and you feel inhabited.

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